Chapter 12
Melody
“Nice apartment,” I said, looking around me. Daredevil was picking up discarded clothes and pizza boxes off the carpeted floor, and flinging them to a corner of the living room. The place wasn’t anything fancy, but it was well maintained enough for a single guy, especially a guy like him.
We’d been relatively silent all the way to his apartment, and all I could think about was how I had my arms around him, how our bodies were grazing.
“It used to be!” he said and we both looked at each other and smiled. “There’s a few claw marks on the walls from a party last year, but I can control him, promise.”
He was right, I was safer here. In his apartment, with him. In fact, I hadn’t felt safer than this before and I walked over to the couch which he had just cleared out and sat down.
“Thank you for this, Daredevil, you really didn’t have to do it,” I said, kneading my fingers together. I was being honest. He wasn’t exactly indebted to me to keep me safe. I was just some girl he almost had sex with behind a bar. He had no obligation towards me.
He was standing over me now, looking down at my face and I could see that he was studying me again. In that same intense way he followed me around the bar with his eyes. That ebb and flow of desire returned to the pit of my stomach, and I licked my lips to control the tension. I knew how his fingers felt on my skin, on my pussy…and I couldn’t stop picturing him without his clothes on.
Daredevil towered over me and I craned my neck to look up at him, and then, without another word, he used his finger again. To tilt my face up towards him. And then he kissed me. It was a softer, gentler kiss this time but he had engulfed me. His arms moved down, and he lifted me up by my waist. My arms wrapped around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist and I could feel myself being carried, my back pressing against the wall of the living room.
He rocked me, our bodies sliding up and down against each other and I heard him grunt, right into my mouth as his kiss grew stronger. Wilder.
He thrust himself slightly, up against my outspread legs and even through his jeans, I got a pretty good idea of how big he was. It felt good. The brushing of his bulge against my panties. My skirt had ridden up my thighs and was now bunched up at my waist and as his tongue deeper down my throat, Daredevil rocked himself even more against me.
“Those panties need to come off,” he grunted, pulling himself away from my mouth and with one quick motion, he had tugged it down, placing me back on the floor. He pulled my skirt down next and then in a rush, tugged my blouse up and over my face. Suddenly, I was in nothing but my bra and the heels I wore to work.
Daredevil stepped back, as though he was admiring a piece of art he had just painted. He could see my pussy, even though I was pressing my thighs together. His eyes were riveted to that shaved spot between my legs. I had never felt so naked before, under his burning gaze. He was devouring me with just his eyes.
“Those clothes need to come off too,” I said, growing impatient. I hadn’t seen him naked yet, I hadn’t even seen his chest. Daredevil smirked at me, a glimmer returning to his glacial blue eyes.
“Demanding,” he said lazily and then, in the same slow motion, he removed his jacket, unbuckled his pants and tugged his t-shirt off.
OHMYGOD. I could have squealed. My mind was reeling with the handiwork I saw in front of me. Chiseled, bulging muscles, tattooed arms and torso, a smooth chest like it had been carved out of stone, his washboard abs were perfectly aligned, his stomach flat. He pulled his briefs down, and my eyes darted to the girth of his muscular thighs and then that cock. That cock that made me literally weak in my knees. I hadn’t even come close to having someone as big as him before.
He had a slight film of sweat all over his body, which made my mouth water almost immediately.
“When you’re done looking, we can begin,” I heard him say, snapping me out of my thoughts. Daredevil had a grin on his face and he didn’t wait for a response, he lunged at me again and hauled me up, flinging me over his shoulder. I squealed and giggled with delight, forgetting everything else that had happened before this moment. All I could think about was him and me, and our bodies merged together.
He was carrying me into a dark room…a bedroom…I could see a double bed, some posters on the wall, a stereo system on the floor…then I crashed down. He had flung me on to his bed and now he was climbing over me.
This time when he was kissing me, down the side of my neck, I could feel the scratching of his stubble on my skin. He was working his way down and I arched up against him, holding the back of his head with both my hands. I wanted our cores to meet. His cock and my wet dripping desperate pussy, but it wasn’t time yet. He had something else in mind first.
He tugged the confines of my bra away with his teeth and I watched him, his eyes focused on my face as he sucked my right nipple into his mouth.
“Please…oh my God…” I didn’t know what to say, none of those words were making sense in my head, while Daredevil sucked and licked, like he was devouring a melting ice cream. Shots of electricity ran down my spine, directly from my breasts that he was being so attentive towards. He sucked on my nipple, till it was hard and aching with lust and just when he pulled his mouth away and I thought he was going to let me take a break, he nipped it, tugging my nipple with his teeth sharply, till I cried out with pleasurable pain.
I could feel my pussy pulsating, my clit swollen and ready for him, wet and juicy. I was aching for him, for his cock which he kept just out of my reach.
“Please,” I begged him.
“Please what, Melody?” he looked up from teasing my nipples, his mouth cocked in a grin, his eyes glimmering with excitement.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I heard the cry in my voice. Those words had never been uttered from my mouth before. I had never begged a man like this before, but my words had pleased him. Daredevil smiled, and reached for his thick engorged cock.
I arched my back again, jutting my hips up towards him, inviting him in. Daredevil stroked his cock, glaring down at me with concentration and just when I thought he was going to enter me, he only touched the tip of his cock to my pussy. I groaned with impatience, pushing myself up towards him and he smiled again, enjoying me squirm underneath him like this.
My head fell back on the pillows and my arms stretched out, gathering the sheets up in desperation. I could feel him thick and solid as steel, the head of his cock sliding up and down my pussy, teasing me with anticipation.
“Say it again, princess,” I heard him say and my eyelids fluttered, I was beginning to feel weak.
“Please fuck me, Daredevil. Do whatever you want, just fuck me,” I pleaded again. His cock slowly pushed deeper and I gasped. This was what I’d been waiting for, fantasizing about. I could feel my folds stretching, working to accommodate his whole length as he inch by inch slid deeper into me.
He knew he was big, he knew I needed time and I was surprised by how thoughtful he was being. Daredevil had not struck me as the kind of guy who cared about whether his cock was too big for a woman to handle.
“I want to see you touching yourself,” he said and I was only too eager to oblige. My hand flew to my clit, which I rubbed, keeping my eyes on him as he rocked himself deeper into me. Just a few more inches and he’d be filling me completely. It was an aching pleasure, which I wanted more of. He was taking it slow and I was grateful for it and now as I rubbed my clit, I could feel my body easing, my muscles relaxing even more.
“You are so tight,” he grunted and quickly, he shoved my hand away from my clit and took over. His thumb moved expertly in circles on my clit, while his cock thrust deeper into me. He was inside me now, every inch of him and with my legs spread wide apart, I moved my hips to feel him in every part of me.
I moaned, as he began to ride me, slowly at first and then quickly picking up pace. My hips rolled, to match his movements, while he thrust into me. In and out, sliding in my juices, reaching all those pleasure points hidden deep inside me which not everyone could reach. I was beginning to struggle to hold back.
“You’ve gotta come for me, princess,” he said and I saw the desperation in his eyes. He was struggling to not come too. I couldn’t believe he was feeling as good as I was. I had very little experience in bed, I could see that he was good at this. He knew exactly how a woman’s body worked. How had I brought him to the edge so quickly?
Daredevil rubbed my clit harder, more vigorously as he plowed me with his cock. I moaned, feeling my body rising with his. My breasts bounced as he rode me, wildly, like a machine. He just wanted me to come and I obliged. Exploding against him and crying out with pleasure. My hands gripped my breasts and I could feel my throat going raw with my screams.
Daredevil collapsed on me, just as he came, and I felt his heat fill me. He was groaning and grunting, and his voice was muffled by the sheets which his face was buried into. I could feel him emptying himself inside me. He groaned and jerked as he emptied the last drop of his seed, and then slowly, slid out of me and rolled on to his back beside me.
“Fuck,” he said, breathing hard, with his eyes closed. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, I couldn’t believe how amazing and freeing this felt. “Your pussy crushed me,” he said and then turned to me. He looked like he was genuinely in shock, like he had expected to last longer.
Then he reached for my arm, his gaze falling on my bruise again and I knew immediately what he was thinking.